against him and closed her eyes.
The world went dark before she could process anything else.
***
When Abigail woke up, her head pounded, and her mouth felt like it was filled with foul-tasting cotton.
She edged her eyes open just slightly and smacked her lips a few times. “Oh God,” she groaned, as she realized how bad she felt.
With some effort, she managed to sit up, although her head hurt so much she squeezed her forehead with one hand. She looked down at herself to find she still wore her yoga pants and tank top from last night.
And suddenly she knew why. A flood of knowledge hit her like a wave.
“Oh God,” she groaned again, as the previous night came back to her.
“That bad?”
She gasped at the male voice from her doorway. Thomas stood, fully dressed and relatively presentable in the clothes he’d worn last night. He must have already showered since he looked fully awake. There were dark circles under his eyes, however. He held two glasses of water.
She reached out for one as she tried to think of something to say. A glance beside her revealed that the other side of the bed had been slept in. Her eyes shot over to Thomas. “What...what happened?”
He sat cautiously on the edge of the bed beside her. “You don’t remember?”
“I remember…Oh no, fumbling around on the couch, groping and…Oh no!” Blazing with mortification, she fell back in the bed again. “Is that all we did?”
“Yes. That’s all.”
“Did I pass out?”
“I think you just fell asleep. I carried you to bed.”
Abigail looked over at the opposite side of her bed. “You slept over?”
Thomas’s face was very still, very careful. “I did. I wasn’t in any shape to go home. I hope that’s all right.”
“Yeah. Of course.” She rubbed her face and groaned a little more. Then she found the initiative to sit up again and drink some water.
“I’m making coffee,” Thomas told her, his eyes scanning her face closely.
“Thanks.”
She groaned, remembering how shamelessly she’d been pawing at him last night. “I can’t believe I did that. I’ll never live this down.”
Her father had always been impatient of any sort of weakness, any sort of foolishness. He’d believed human nature needed to be rigorously kept under control. She no longer believed the same things her father had about that, but it was hard to kick the feeling of never being good enough.
Of shame. At being weak. At being foolish. At doing things a good girl would never do.
“I’m the only other person who was there,” Thomas said softly.
That was true. There was a kind of safety in that, in only his knowing her foolishness. More than once during their marriage, Thomas had left her feeling not-good-enough too, but he wasn’t acting like that now. He didn’t look like he was judging her, resenting her.
He’d changed. She had too.
This wasn’t the end of the world.
She smiled at him shakily. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He looked genuinely confused.
“For stopping us. I appreciate it. I remember enough to know what happened.”
“I’m sorry I let it go as far as it did.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Well, if truth be told, you were a little buzzed too.” Before he could object or reply, she added, “Okay. No big deal really. We drank too much. These things happen.”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” She groaned one more time as it felt like someone was taking a hammer to her head. “Shoot, it’s after eight. Mia. I’ve got to go get her.”
“Let me drive you,” Thomas said. Before she could object, he said, “I’ve got to get to the hospital anyway, and you’re in no shape to drive this morning. I’ll drop you all back and then head to work.”
“Thanks,” she said, holding onto her head but feeling another wave of appreciation for Thomas’s consideration. He’d never been particularly romantic, but he’d always seemed to think of little things and take care of them for her. “Did you say there was
The world went dark before she could process anything else.
***
When Abigail woke up, her head pounded, and her mouth felt like it was filled with foul-tasting cotton.
She edged her eyes open just slightly and smacked her lips a few times. “Oh God,” she groaned, as she realized how bad she felt.
With some effort, she managed to sit up, although her head hurt so much she squeezed her forehead with one hand. She looked down at herself to find she still wore her yoga pants and tank top from last night.
And suddenly she knew why. A flood of knowledge hit her like a wave.
“Oh God,” she groaned again, as the previous night came back to her.
“That bad?”
She gasped at the male voice from her doorway. Thomas stood, fully dressed and relatively presentable in the clothes he’d worn last night. He must have already showered since he looked fully awake. There were dark circles under his eyes, however. He held two glasses of water.
She reached out for one as she tried to think of something to say. A glance beside her revealed that the other side of the bed had been slept in. Her eyes shot over to Thomas. “What...what happened?”
He sat cautiously on the edge of the bed beside her. “You don’t remember?”
“I remember…Oh no, fumbling around on the couch, groping and…Oh no!” Blazing with mortification, she fell back in the bed again. “Is that all we did?”
“Yes. That’s all.”
“Did I pass out?”
“I think you just fell asleep. I carried you to bed.”
Abigail looked over at the opposite side of her bed. “You slept over?”
Thomas’s face was very still, very careful. “I did. I wasn’t in any shape to go home. I hope that’s all right.”
“Yeah. Of course.” She rubbed her face and groaned a little more. Then she found the initiative to sit up again and drink some water.
“I’m making coffee,” Thomas told her, his eyes scanning her face closely.
“Thanks.”
She groaned, remembering how shamelessly she’d been pawing at him last night. “I can’t believe I did that. I’ll never live this down.”
Her father had always been impatient of any sort of weakness, any sort of foolishness. He’d believed human nature needed to be rigorously kept under control. She no longer believed the same things her father had about that, but it was hard to kick the feeling of never being good enough.
Of shame. At being weak. At being foolish. At doing things a good girl would never do.
“I’m the only other person who was there,” Thomas said softly.
That was true. There was a kind of safety in that, in only his knowing her foolishness. More than once during their marriage, Thomas had left her feeling not-good-enough too, but he wasn’t acting like that now. He didn’t look like he was judging her, resenting her.
He’d changed. She had too.
This wasn’t the end of the world.
She smiled at him shakily. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He looked genuinely confused.
“For stopping us. I appreciate it. I remember enough to know what happened.”
“I’m sorry I let it go as far as it did.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Well, if truth be told, you were a little buzzed too.” Before he could object or reply, she added, “Okay. No big deal really. We drank too much. These things happen.”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” She groaned one more time as it felt like someone was taking a hammer to her head. “Shoot, it’s after eight. Mia. I’ve got to go get her.”
“Let me drive you,” Thomas said. Before she could object, he said, “I’ve got to get to the hospital anyway, and you’re in no shape to drive this morning. I’ll drop you all back and then head to work.”
“Thanks,” she said, holding onto her head but feeling another wave of appreciation for Thomas’s consideration. He’d never been particularly romantic, but he’d always seemed to think of little things and take care of them for her. “Did you say there was
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